I'm Not Going to Be Bullied By a Girl Chapter 2 – My Worldview was Shattered

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A gray silhouette separated from the fog and started to run closer. It started to slow down because it seemed to have discovered my location.

Based on its running posture, I concluded it was definitely the Little Tyrant.

As he walked pa.s.sed the two little trees I had also previously pa.s.sed, I nervously estimated his height based on the height of the branches of nearby trees.

Great! He didn’t grow taller! To be precise, it seems like he hasn’t grown at all since we separated three years ago! These three years have been the three years where I developed the most, I’m actually a head taller than him now!

Ha ha ha ha Little Tyrant, I’ve never thought you would receive retribution so soon!

But height isn’t everything, I still kept my vigilance.

The Little Tyrant stopped about five steps away from me. His cheeks were rosy red and he exhaled a white mist. It seems he didn’t take the bus here, but ran the whole way.

It seems like he is also doing warm ups before the fight! Ye Lin, you can’t be careless! The opponent is as dangerous as Frieza! Although he’s not as tall as me, Frieza’s final form was also small and cute!

In any case, let’s take a closer look at the enemy.

The Little Tyrant’s battle outfit was a thick gray and white sweater with navy blue blue jeans. It was a bit strange because it does not seem suitable for a fight.

In particular, because he was afraid of the cold, both his hands were retracted into his sleeves, revealing only his fingertips.

Although overall he had short hair, he had long bangs in front of his forehead. This silhouette is very disadvantageous in a fight!

There’s a high chance of being grabbed by your hair, then being kneed in the face!

Also… is it my imagination? Why does his waist-to-hip ratio have a subtle sense of disharmony? Also, those skintight jeans that accentuates the elegant curves of his legs…

Don’t tell me that his body type reflects training of attacks with the lower body? Will sure kill techniques like the life stealing scissor kick appear in our upcoming duel?

As matters stand, it’s pointless letting my thoughts wander.

I took off my watch and tossed it under the old banyan tree without even looking. I took a stance that was somewhere in between Muay Thai and Chinese boxing.

“Let’s get started, Ren WoXing!” (TN: Name he gave her on the challenge letter)

The Little Tyrant giggled a bit. He was shorter than me now, so if he didn’t raise his head, I couldn’t see his expression because it was blocked by his bangs.

“You still remember your toy robots…”

The Little Tyrant rubbed his two frozen hands together while using his breath to bring warmth. Not only did he not enter a battle stance, but he also appeared to be a bit happy.

His voice and intonation was very strange. Although it barely changed from what I recall, it still feels strange…

Right! It’s strange it didn’t change!

Boys around our age all experience changes in their voice! Due to the vocal chords getting thicker and thyroid cartilage protruding forward, my voice has become much deeper. How come his voice didn’t change at all?

I suddenly felt that on his neck, behind the collar of his sweater, he might not have what I have, an Adam’s apple.

But maybe it’s because he hasn’t hit p.u.b.erty, since he hasn’t grown at all in the past three years. I comforted myself and stopped my mind from wandering.

“Why aren’t you moving? Are you afraid because I’m taller than you now?”

The Little Tyrant raised her head slightly frantically, then she quickly lowered it again.

“Why do you keep fidgeting! What are you doing? Are you going to fight or not? If we’re not going to fight, then return my toy robots!”

I shouted impatiently, I didn’t even understand why I suddenly became very annoyed.

It was as if the Little Tyrant was scared by my tone of voice and he curled up his body. He stood on the spot without a word for a couple of seconds, then he finally bit her lips like he made up her mind. He made a deep bow towards me, a 90° angle where his body was almost parallel to the ground. He placed both her hands on his knees and appeared to be sincerely apologizing.

“I’m sorry for always bullying you in the past, I must have caused a lot of hards.h.i.+ps!”

“What? Is this how the mighty Little Tyrant apologizes? Didn’t I clearly write in the letter that the loser has to kowtow and apologize? Do you really think you can reduce your punishment if you admit defeat?”

“I’m really sorry, but it would be too embarra.s.sing to kowtow and apologize… Also, if I got my new jeans dirty, my mom will get mad…”

What’s going on? I can’t keep up with his train of thought. It has only been three, but now the heartless and evil Little Tyrant can’t even dirty a pair of jeans?

“What the h.e.l.l are you talking about? Are you saying you don’t want to fight because you’re afraid of getting your clothes dirty? Didn’t we once have a fight naked in the mud when we were in the fifth grade? Where did your heroism from that time go?” (TN: Only nude on the top)

It must have been my imagination because after I said that sentence, the Little Tyrant’s face turned even redder.

“Sorry, that will never happen again…”

“Why? You can’t fight with me anymore because I’m taller than you?”

I was very angry. This behavior was as nasty as running away after winning a game of chess, or backstabbing someone then saying “Let’s get along” with a smile on your face. (TN: In this case, it’s a literal stab in the back)

“It has nothing to do with height…” the Little Tyrant was hesitant.

“Then, why?”

“Actually… there is one thing, I’ve always kept it a secret from you…”

“What is it? Is it like the time when you secretly put a note on my back that said ‘please give me an enema’, and it caused me to get ‘A Thousand Years of Pain‘ from children?”

“Please don’t say anymore, I’m also embarra.s.sed about that…”

“Then, why? Why can’t we fight anymore? Aren’t we old enemies?”

I was furious to the extent that cracks started to appear in the corner of my eye.

“I’m actually a girl…”

“So, what? In this day and age, men and women are equal… wait wait wait wait wait wait —— what did you just say!!!???”

“I said, because I’m a girl, something like fighting naked in the mud will never happen again.” (TN: Or will it…?)

It seems like it took him a lot of effort to tell me. His face was red to the point of steaming, it was like a boiled crab.

Although he still had short hair like before, his delicate facial features, his big eyes, dainty lips, the curves of his face… are all proof that he’s telling the truth.

As long as you don’t look at him with eyes of ingrained hatred like me, anyone will come to the conclusion that he is a girl.

Would I have to refer to him as ‘her’ from now on?

I suddenly felt that it wouldn’t be that bad if I fell into DongShan Lake and turned into ice.

Compared to the truth that was just revealed, I’ll rather choose to freeze to death.

“No! You’re definitely lying! Nowadays it’s not strange for a boy to look like a girl! You’re a trap! Don’t try to deceive my feelings anymore! I won’t be fooled! “

She flashed her eyes, along with her long eyelashes, while silently staring at me who was going hysterical.

“Yes, you must be a trap! We were both 11 years old in the fifth grade. When we were fighting in the mud, I ripped off your top in order to get my bag back… I would have realized if you were a girl! Although your skin was very white, your chest was as flat as a mirror! It was so flat that I could say it was frictionless, if I slid a block on it, it would keep going forever with the same initial velocity!”

“Please don’t mention the one thing that I was ashamed of anymore, at that time, I haven’t developed….. It all went to my height….”

She answered while mumbling.

“Additionally, I haven’t grown at all in three years…”

“I can see that, what’s your point?”

“I’m saying….. it got a little bigger…”

“What got a little bigger? Speak clearly!”

“Breast… My b.r.e.a.s.t.s got a little bigger…”

She pressed the tips of her index fingers together as if she was embarra.s.sed to death.

“That’s why… I’m not flat-chested anymore…”

What?! What does your flat-chest have anything to do with me? Instead of spouting nonsense, return brother Optimus Prime to me!